The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet